Oh I recall waiting at a joint -
Full of happy chatty young people,
I remember wondering where each would be,
And what they'd be doing, a year or two away...
For, unlike you happy young people -
I love to just sit in my quiet corner,
And watch the world buzzing around -
On each busy buzzy day, and wonder...
But now I've stopped wondering -
I know the answer:
that Life is transient, and tomorrow might not be ours...
Monday, August 27, 2012
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